βΈ» nathan st. james : the twenty6 year old resident that's been around the sea cliff marina for two years. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, nate really proved how astute + witty they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite reclusive + self-deprecating. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a raider within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their athleticism & combat abilities.
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name: nathan st. james.
nickname: nate. ( call him nathaniel if you want to piss him off ).
age & dob: twenty6. tba.
gender identity: cis man. he/him.
sexual orientation: heterosexual.
current location: sea cliff marina.
length of time at location: two years ( might as well be two minutes ).
current occupation: raider.
pinterest: here.
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unknown biological parents.
never really bothered to remember all the names of foster parents.
foster siblings / found family: there used to be six of them, before the outbreak: 3 are dead, 1 is currently MIA & 1 is a wanted connection.
relationship status: forever alone, most likely. unless someone brings in his ex/girlfriend wc and we can work smth out.
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height: 5β² 11ΒΎβ³ ( 1.82 m ).
weight: 180 lb. ( 82 kg ).
build: athletic.
eye color: dark brown.
hair color: dark brown ( please ignore the gifs where he has white hair ).
tattoos: yes. the majority are on his arms and there are also a few on his torso.
scars: yes. most notable is the one on the left side of his face, stretching along his jawline.
face claim: emilio sakraya.
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likes: loud music. coffee. the sound of rain. jokes. animals. sweets.
dislikes: people who invade his personal space. thunderstorms. crowds.
nate is an introvert pretending to be an extrovert.
it's really hard for him to open up to people, mostly because he has a hard time thinking anyone cares about him anymore.
he's got two settings β hyper jokester or dead inside. there might be a third on a decent day.
not the most sociable of people so he has a hard time making friends.
he's almost never going to be the one initiating a conversation with someone new unless he has to.
despite being a loner, he's always friendly to start with and won't turn down a conversation unless there's a reason.
big fan of treating people the way they treat you.
he likes to make jokes but they aren't always good, please bear with him. it's a coping mechanism i guess.
anxiety + depression.
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even before a deadly virus took over the world, there wasn't much to look forward to in nate's life. abandoned as an infant, he was bounced around from home to home like a ball on a basketball court. his childhood was nothing to write home about β just a series of unfortunate events, denial and wishful thinking. when you're still young it's easier to hold on to some kind of hope that things will get better. they did not.
pre-teen nathan started putting together the pieces of a rather bleak puzzle β there was no miracle about to happen and no more hope left at the bottom of the bag. so what to do when you're just another number in a system that nobody gives a shit about? whatever the fuck you want. he didn't spend much time in a home anyway so might as well give them all a reason to kick him out: break a window, break curfew, break someone's arm β¦ yeah, he became quite an angry guy once the rose colored glasses came off.
the only people he could ever truly rely on were the small family he found along the way. they were nobody's children but they were each other's siblings, even if not by blood. they did most things together, good and bad, and were thick as thieves β also actual thieves, some of them. even if they weren't living in the same home at the same time they still found ways to sneak around and meet with each other, especially when the 'grown-ups' said they weren't allowed to hang out anymore β fucking fuckers.
in school he was always told he was a waste of resources and he'd never amount to much. sure, he wasn't an honor student but he wasn't a terrible one either β¦ regardless, nate never bothered finished high school. there were more interesting things to do in the real world which also brought in much needed money β stealing cars, illegal fights, breaking into homes and other such wonderful after school clubs. the one thing he refused to deal with was drugs. the only downside to his newfound hobbies was the police constantly wanting to have a word with you β on the plus side, no need for a gym membership.
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he wasn't prepared for the world to end. sure, nobody was, but nate less than others. he thought it was someone's idea of a bad joke when news of walkers came through on every form of media so he treated the early days of the infection like fake news. he honestly believed it would be over as quickly as it began and life would go back to being boringly mediocre.
it wasn't until the virus finally reached their small corner of the world that he finally understood the gravity of things. corpses rising in the street, attacking the living, coming into houses through doors left open β¦ it was all straight out of a horror movie. neighbours were disappearing on the daily and help was nowhere to be seen. it was time to grab his loved ones and get the hell out of dodge.
the early weeks of the outbreak also claimed the lives of two of his siblings. after they became sick they were taken to the hospital hoping that someone there might find a way to help them. they were never seen again. another got separated from the group as they were fleeing town. nate hopes she ended up with the nice neighbours and is actually safe. the three who were left didn't even have the time to properly mourn their losses before having to leave them behind. it did cause some tension in their group but they stuck together regardless β they were all they had left.
the three picked up a few more people on their journey to a safe zone and they all did the best they could to gather resources and avoid conflict. they even found a nice, quit corner of the world to settle in for a time. nate was genuinely happy for a while, happier than he'd been before the apocalypse when everyone was barely scraping by and dodging the police for sport. despite all the dead loitering around their corner was quiet for a good while. he settled into the role of leader because it all seemed easy enough at the time. little did he know that was the calm before the shit storm β¦
first, walkers found their spot and they were forced to abandon it β from then on it was all a great string of loss and death which slowly ate away at nate's resilience and good spirits. the worst of the lot were when he lost the three people he cared about the most, the ones he hoped would make it to the end even if he didn't. it all started when he left his little sister unattended for five minutes and the kid got infected. his other sibling blamed him for the loss and vanished in the middle of the night, sick and tired of following nate's 'bad decisions'. the final blow was when his girlfriend died less than a week away from a safe zone β¦
it seemed like everyone he had ever cared for was gone in a heartbeat β¦ for quite some time nathan contemplated letting go of all the pain and anger by simply giving up and letting the walkers end his troubles. but when the time came he couldn't surrender to the dead. there was still a small voice inside his mind that kept repeating ' it's not over yet '.
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that's when he ended up at the marina. with its assortment of sketchy characters and lawless ways, it seemed like the perfect place to hide out and lick his wounds without anyone asking too many questions about who he is or what he's been through. nobody looked like they gave a damn anyway. nate didn't want to be in charge of anyone or anything anymore, he just wanted to figure out his next move.
once he realized there really weren't many other places left to go, he settled on the marina as his new home. wanting to be of some use, nate signed up to be a raider. he'll take on any job he's given, doesn't matter how dangerous, so long as it doesn't involve killing anyone. he tempts fate whenever he goes out on his own, getting as close as possible to walkers and other threats. if there's still a reason he's around maybe he'll find it one day β or finally get the end he dodged years ago.
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really likes boxing and is good at it.
parkour <3
is actually quite scared of thunderstorms but won't admit it even at gunpoint.
secretly hates guns but is not opposed to using them to get the job done.
never really had a pet growing up so he's hoping to find a cat or a dog in need of shelter and sneak them in.
always down to play board games.
massive sweet tooth β can be bribed with candy, especially jelly beans or chocolate.
almost always late for things, unless it's an official assignment. likes to sleep in.
incredibly messy human being.
drinks coffee like its water. should drink more water ...
someone needs to remind this child to eat.
